Two | East Wenatchee, WA | December 2019
As a devoted ground mammal, I struggle to imagine life in the air. And it’s not just because I’m queasy about heights. The notion of going from Point A to Point B without navigating around trees, buildings and mountains — to fly — gives wing to a fresh flock of thoughts. Up high, air currents (updrafts, tailwinds, headwinds) become both friend and foe. Tasty delicacies (insects) swarm in front of me. Death rains from on high (sneaky hawks) or from below (sneakier humans). Mostly, I fantasize about breaking all earthly bonds with a simple upward gaze into the big bowl of heaven. Now, about those insect snacks — do they come in nacho flavor?